sitting on her own with a book, her long dark-blond fringe falling into her eyes. I can see red swollen spots around her temples, acne breakouts where the grease from her hair touches her skin. How often is she washing her hair these days? Lily isn’t dirty, per se; it’s just that she doesn’t really like to live in her body. She doesn’t like to notice it. If she could be just a brain in a jar, reading books and drawing, she’d be much happier.
